Mario jumps into his car. The smartphone automatically connects to the audio system: “Latest news from the Milan stock exchange. Securities in real estate...”
“Um, no, no, thanks. I'd like to listen to a little music. The Scorpions, please.”
“Now you're listening to The best of the Scorpions – Wind of Change.”
The notes warm up the icy air of the car interior.
“I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change”.
“Late-breaking news. The real estate market in downtown Milan has dropped by...”
“Enough! I don't want to hear anything about real estate. Disable automatic updates.”
“Updates disabled. You have three new emails. First message. Sender: Alberto...”
“Goddamn contraptions!” Mario sighs, exasperated. “Turn everything off!”
The road passes underneath the car's wheels. Mario doesn't seem to notice anything. Turns, traffic lights, pedestrian crosswalks. He tries in vain to keep his mind empty.